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a brief irritation. it passed, the small bite of a stinging insect. it was not an inquiry he had been prepared to field, a sort of interview conducted unbeknownst. 
"vell i vould begin by asking you vhat sort of help that vone provided," mahler said musingly, broad paw sliding a pile of leaves toward his carrying bag. lavender eyes flicked toward the stranger, toward the scars upon the younger man's face.